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Chapter 48

Christian's POV

"Ana, wake up."

"Mmm. G'morning." She opens her sapphire eyes and I blink, momentarily lost as her plump lips part in a wide yawn.

Shit. I'm a goner. And it's only 8:30 in the morning!

"I want to take you to the playroom today." I manage to blurt.

Her gorgeous orbs widen in unmistakable surprise and she blinks at me owlishly. She is no doubt wide awake now and sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

"B-but I haven't signed anything yet."

"You can. After breakfast."

Finally, she calms down and gives me a hesitant smile.

"Okay."


"The moment we enter this room, we will be in scene. When we are in scene, I will only be addressed as 'Sir' or 'Master', understood?"

"Yes. Sir."

I smirk at her easy compliance and she looks at me expectantly, her silk robe tied loosely around her slender waist. Her eyes betray her nonchalance. They are a swirling mass of light panic and expectancy.

"Relax Anastasia. In the playroom, you will be surrendering your tendency to overthink everything. All I ask of you is to follow my each and every command without an inkling of hesitation. If not, I will have to punish you."

"Why? Sir." She adds quickly, unadulterated fear running rampant in her eyes.

How do I explain this? "Because you must learn to trust me, and the only way to do that is to let go a little Anastasia."

"O-okay." Her voice quavers and she gulps visibly, simultaneously nodding a little.

"Anastasia, all I ask is for your obedience and willingness. I suppose I have both since you've signed the contract just this morning, but I need you to believe in me. Do you trust me, Ana?"

"Yes." Her voice is stronger, confident now and I can see she means it. I give her a soft smile, which she returns.

"Ready?"

She nods and I throw her a grave glance. "Ready, sir." She yields quickly.

I unlock the door and step inside. The lights switch on to a dimmed pitch, just how I like. I breathe in deeply, slitting my eyes as the scent of citrus and wood polish assaults my nose. I breathe in the intermingling scent of the sweet Anastasia as she stands hesitantly by the door.

So Grey. You finally got her in here. What now?

I turn to face her rigidly and she stiffens her posture, her eyes wide and startled, trying to maintain her calm. I regard her through hooded, composed eyes, circling around her so that my front is to her back. Her breathing has intensified and her breath hitches in her throat as I run my hands down her curves until my fingers find the robe's sash.

"I want you unashamed of your body Anastasia. You have a beautiful figure and it brings me great pleasure to observe and play with it."

She flushes a deep red and gulps as I disrobe her. She tentatively steps forward, completely naked, and shudders, visible goosebumps racing up and down her arms as the chill of the dark room hits her flawless frame.

Shit, I have to have more control. Patience Grey, patience!

I try to reign in my incessant need to touch her. We've been here a grand total of three minutes and I already can't keep my hands off of her. This is different - all of my other submissives knew what I expected so I never had to do this with them.

"Anastasia, follow me." I allow the domineering senses looming at the edges of my mind to wash over me. I revel in the feeling of my supple muscles, rippling with power.

I approach her slowly, making sure she can hear my thumping footsteps looming closer. Regardless, she moans as I sweep her mahogany hair into my hands, deftly and efficiently braiding it. "Quiet." I whisper, inhaling her sweet autumnal scent. She chomps down on her lip and it takes all of my self-control not to take her now.

"Release your lip." I command imperiously and she obeys with a slight gasp. She's heaving for breath and the sight brings a smirk to my face. So responsive Miss Steele.

"Follow me Anastasia."

I grasp her hand tightly, afraid that if I let go, this will all be a dream. She squeezes back reassuringly and follows me somewhat subserviently. I've planned this out down to the finest detail and I can only hope she will enjoy it as much as I will.

"Trust me?" I ask, needing her support.

She nods and I swat her behind quickly, my anger flaring. "We are verbal in here when it comes to questions Miss Steele." I snap.

"Yes sir, I trust you. I apologize." She yelps in a submissive fashion.

"Good. Lay down." I growl, directing her attention to the four-poster.

"In the center, sir?"

"Don't get smart with me Miss Steele."

"I apologize Master." She bows her head and tries to stifle her smile.

I let out a lenient chuckle. Her repartee even in the most arousing of situations is refreshing. "Yes Miss Steele. In the center with your limbs outstretched." I answer after a beat.

Her breath hitches and she complies, awkwardly clambering on to the bed. She lies down, snuggling into the sheets before adjusting herself so that she is spread-eagled.

"What are your safe words Anastasia?" I ask while shackling her arms, then her legs.

She watches my actions carefully before responding in a whisper. "Red and yellow." I give her a glare and she squeaks quickly, her eyes widening with unnerve. "Sir!"

"Good. Lie still." I order. She quells her nerves by grinding her ass deeper into the sheets before allaying.

I stride to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room and open the one on top, where I have my instruments made specifically for Anastasia laid out. Ignoring them, I opt for a blood-red blindfold with black lace trim on the edges and saunter back to her.

"I'm going to blindfold you Anastasia." She holds her breath as I slip the blindfold over her gorgeous orbs. The rate of her breathing increases fractionally and I watch her chest rise and fall, mesmerized. Her head turns about, trying to assimilate the sounds she no doubt hears at a much more discernable pitch.

I pad to the stereo and turn it on before slipping the headphones waiting next to it over her ears. She lets out a gasp as the swells of La Traviata: Prelude by Verdi drift through the room.

By experience I know that her senses are in overdrive as she awaits my next move. Unfortunately, she won't find out for awhile. Leaving the room with the door propped open, I take my sweet time trotting to my bedroom downstairs. Gail and Taylor have gone out on the pretense of grabbing brunch with Grey and the other CPOs are spending the day interrogating Morton.

Good.


After shedding my t-shirt and pulling on my favorite ripped jeans, I pad back upstairs, the enveloping folds of the tantalizing melody captivating me as I reenter my haven. I slam the door shut and over the soft music, her needy panting is audible. Slowly, I set down the cup of ice that I've collected from the kitchen on the bed by her foot.

I've assembled my arsenal of pleasurable instruments including a feather, a flogger, a plaited leather crop, and my cup of ice. I will eventually have to use myself, but there is still some time before that. I lick my lips, suddenly anticipatory, gazing at the fine sight before me. Miss Anastasia Rose Steele, shackled to my four poster willingly.

Who would've thought?

The fact that I am about to reenact the very scene that I've been dreaming about all the months that I've known Anastasia still boggles my mind.

Knowing that she awaits, I take a deep breath and as the composition begins once again, I clutch the feather and run it over the fine profile of her face, outlining the shape of her full, pouty lips and down, down to the valley of her breasts.

"Ahh!" She rises, arching her back at the tickling sensation. I mercilessly continue my assault, teasing her pink nipples, which harden and peak at the foreign perception.

Perfect.

I continue the pattern until she seems to become familiar with it. I revel in the squeaks and whimpers that leave her mouth, my own breathing matching her frantic pace. Once she seems to have the pattern down, I watch as her eyebrows furrow in expectation and her body braces itself as the feather runs down towards her breasts once again.

Not today Miss Steele.

With a sadistic grin, I clutch the riding crop tightly in my left hand, bringing it down sharply over her left nipple. She cries out a garbled version of my name, her body bucking as I keep the slow rhythm of my torture identical to the one of the melody.

I continue tracing her hips with the feather and simultaneously bring the riding crop over her stomach, whipping it down with a flourish. She stifles her moans and I do it again and again, lower and lower. Each time, she flinches, her toes curling with pleasure. I grow steadily harder, relishing in the control and dominance.

Yes the inner Dominant has been released.

Her moans are getting unbearable and I watch as her breathing proliferates to a steady pant.

She's close.

I bring the flogger into play, lashing it once over her sex.

"Christian!" My name is a plea, but I ignore it.

Oh no Miss Steele. You're not getting away with that.

"What did you just call me Miss Steele?"

"Please sir!" She mumbles, trying to erase her error as the music fades into the background.

"I'm sorry Anastasia, but you must be punished."

"No-"

"Hush." I quell her moan by tickling her abdomen with the many strands of the flogger.

She bites down on her lip, stifling her incoming groans. Her heaving chest warns me that she's close again and I stop right before the flogger can caress her throbbing clit.

"Please Master, I want to come!" She protests.

I kiss my teeth and shake my head, basking in the power I have over her body. With a secret smile I straddle and lean over her writhing body, whispering right next to her ear so that she can hear me clearly. "You will come when I want you to Anastasia. Unfortunately, you have awhile to go."

She groans in protest, bucking her hips, nearly pushing me off of her. Her strength is surprising and I find myself more amused than annoyed. Still, I feign anger as I growl. "Be still Ana, or you will have to endure much more."

She immediately stills and I rise.

What to do with you next Miss Steele?

I frown at the cup of ice that is now mostly chilled water with a couple shards of ice left floating in the clear glass.

Hmm...

Wielding the flogger, I dip the strands into the cup, soaking them lengthily before inquisitively taking in the sight before me.

Beautiful.

The music comes to a crescendo and I begin my action. I lash out, crystalline droplets of chilled, icy water splaying all over Anastasia's beautiful body. The chill of the clear liquid cools her pinked skin and I rejoice in the loud gasps and moans emitting from her mouth.

She nearly comes as I trace the sopping wet strands of the flogger over her entrance, but manages to catch herself just in time.

Good girl.

The action pleases me so much that I decide to put her out of her misery but not before a little bit more foreplay. I cup the remaining shards of ice in my hand and suck them into my mouth. She lies, panting and waiting as the music repeats again.

Shedding my jeans, I let my erection spring free, nearly convulsing as I watch her grind against the blood red sheets. Quickly, I descend over her, depositing a couple shards in her mouth. She laps them up hungrily, sucking. The action shoots straight to my cock and I now acknowledge that I'm painfully yearning and hard.

Fuck, better make this quick for the both of us.

I trace her body with the glacial ice, running my nose in the shard's wake. She bucks her hips, groaning her approval. Finally, I kiss her clitoris and she calls my name, grinding her throbbing sex against my nose. Grinning like a loon, I give it one final lick before thrusting hurriedly into her.

She tries to delay the release she so desperately needs by gritting her teeth. Instead, she hisses and I can't take it anymore; I need to see her. I rip off her blindfold and her headphones simultaneously and there she is. Her beautiful blue orbs train themselves on to me and I can see the lust, the unimaginable need for me, and I can see that she's mirroring my expression.

I set off an even more punishing rhythm, loving the sounds of our bodies' union rising above the music. Each thrust into her is a step closer to heaven. With each plunge, her walls grip me tight and release like a piston and I can take it no longer.

How the fuck is she holding off so long?

"Yessss." Her whisper-moan is barely audible over our consummation and I know what she's doing. She's holding off until she deems it fit to let go.

Not today Miss Steele.

"Come for me Anastasia." I purr and tweak her nipples and that's all it takes.

"Christian!" She screams, detonating fantastically, her walls gripping me tighter, sucking until I'm forced to come myself. The friction between us ceases momentarily and we're both lost in a world of pleasure. She convulses against my length, pumping everything I have out of me with each delicious constriction.


Holy fuck.

I'm seeing stars and I nearly collapse on to her shackled body.

What. The. Fuck? It's never this intense!

I resolve to calm my panting and see that she is still riding out her orgasm, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The sight nearly gets me off again and so I shut my eyes and face the ceiling, mouth open. I can feel her toes curl with pleasure and there's a loud crash.

When I look down, she's watching me, heaving for breath. We've knocked the glass of ice water on to the floor, but I can't bring myself to care. I somehow manage to unshackle her and with limbs like jelly, flop unceremoniously down next to her, the goofiest of smiles plastered all over my dumb face.

Calm it Grey!

I tell myself over and over, but I can't seem to. She giggles as I weakly massage the feeling back into her wrists. I use my toes to do the same for her ankles.

"You did it. You even made Mr. Insatiable satisfied." I say, motioning to my flaccid appendage, the awe in my voice evident. "Not so bad, was it?"

She giggles as I release her limbs, bringing her arms under her head as she turns on her side to face me. "I-I think I'd like to come back in here again. Sir."

There is no doubt about it, I'm officially wearing the dumbest of smiles on my face.

She yawns, her posture suddenly sleepy. I feel that I've recovered enough to dress us both and stumble downstairs with her in my arms to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

She's asleep by the time I lay her under the covers. Though it's about 4 in the afternoon, I lay beside her and for once, I'm knocked out the moment my head hits the pillows.


I hope you enjoyed their first 'official' trip to the Red Room! Please review! ~ HA